A girl gets trained and used. Clare trembled as Mark slowly stripped her clothes from her; the occasional brush of his fingers against her skin setting her desire alight. She knew those hands only too well, knew the raw power they had. But, right now, featherlight as her coverings were, one by one, drawn from her. Her skin stood in goosebumps: not from cold, but rather from desire and arousal. Her head moved, trying to track his movements by the faint sounds, the blindfold snug on her face, removing even the tiniest light.

Naked, she felt his hands roam across her body, his murmured “good girl” a counterpoint to her soft moans. She felt herself redden with shame as her sex dripped her juices down her thighs, her legs parting of their own accord. He chuckled, making her blush even more.

“Kneel down, girl.” She obeys without thought, her mind noting the fact that she has already been trained to follow orders. As she kneels, she feels his hands at her ankles, moving them apart. A quiet tinkling, jingling sound, as she realises her ankle cuffs have been attached to something. She pulls her ankle, experimenting; and realises quickly that both ankles are held in place very securely. A whimper escaper her lips at the realisation.

Mark gently drew her arms back behind her. She felt the soft leather envelop her hands, recognising the feel of the armbinder as it is drawn slowly up her arms, trapping them behind her. The criss-cross straps made her gasp as they are drawn over her chest, crossing between her breasts, and buckled behind her shoulders.

Mark ran his hands down the binder, and across Clare’s skin, enjoying her helplessness almost as much as she was. His hand dipped between her legs, her wetness spurring him on.

Clare could taste herself, as Mark’s fingers rubbed her lips, encouraging them to part. He slid fingers inside her mouth, two, three…..rubbing her tongue, her palate…..as his other hand came up to her face too.

As his fingers quickly withdrew, a silicon ring was pushed into her open mouth. Clare experimented at closing her mouth around it, whilst Mark buckled the strap behind her head. She whined softly, finding the ring comfortable enough, at least for now…but utterly unable to dislodge it, or close her jaw.

Mark crouched before her, gently kissing her face, mouth, neck, breasts. She moaned, desire coursing through her. His words, delivered between kisses, “This might…..get quiet…..intense. The……training part……..may be……difficult………but…………..concentrating on the……pleasure………..may help.”

Clare shuddered, unsure what ‘training’ he had in mind, but she guessed it involved her mouth, held open by the ring. She felt something being fastened to the ring on her collar, and squirmed at her helplessness as…..

Mark slowly pulled the rope taut. It ran from his hands to an eyelet on the board Clare knelt on, then up to her collar. He checked the positions of the padded blocks as he continued forcing her to bend forward, inch by inch. Without her arms, she had no way to balance, or use any type of leverage; she was just pulled forward and down, inexorably..

Clare felt something touch her tongue. She explored cautiously, and concluded it was a dildo of some description. As she was forced to bend even further, she felt the phallus going deeper and deeper. At the point she was about to choke on it, Mark stopped pulling, He tied off the rope, holding her in position, and reached under her, lifting a pair of nipple clamps, which he had attached to the board with short chains. Clare hissed around the cock in her mouth as the clamps were fastened to her nipples, the short chains pulling tight. Clare wasn’t certain how long she could withstand this.

Mark stood back for a moment, enjoying his handiwork. Clare looked magnificent in her helplessness. He felt his cock throb with desire as he positioned himself on his knees behind her, slowly pushing himself into her.

As she felt him entering her, Clare almost orgasmed, as the realisation of her position became apparent. As he pushed into her, she was pushed slightly forward. The tension came off the nipple clamps; but she was forced deeper onto the cock in her mouth. As she felt Mark pull back, the cock slid out a little again, but the clamps tugged hard on her nipples. Clare’s world shrunk. All that mattered was Mark’s cock, pumping into her swollen sex; the clamps on her nipples….and the silicon dildo, fucking her throat as he fucked her pussy. Nothing she could do, but endure. No, not quite true. She could orgasm. And she did. Hard. Repeatedly, until she felt she would lose consciousness.

Mark leant forward, pulling the sloppy dildo out and away. Clare screamed through the ring gag, as the clamps were taken from her nipples; Mark’s hands gently massaging them as the blood flooded back into them.